Dangerous, IndeedA Story by ChantelLooking out this window, the world is a dangerous place. Yet... he wants to be a part of it.Deix sighed as he looked out the
cracks in the boards that protected the window from the outside world. He was bored, beyond bored. He didn't fully understand why he had to stay
inside as the adults that were only slightly older than him were allowed to be
out and roam. Deix hated this, and he
wanted it to be known just how much it bugged him to be stuck in the
"fort" of a house while everyone was outside. He got to thinking, looking at everything
around him before he walked away from the window and into the living room
area. Taking extra boards that were
hidden in a corner, Deix looked around for the hammer and the box of
nails. Finding the hammer, but not the
nails, Deix sighed but soon shrugged as he realized he could still get his
point across with just these two things.
Getting to work, Deix started hammering away at the boards, just making
noise, and only pausing when he heard footsteps on the roof. He knew they were Gerald’s footsteps just by
the faint jingling of a belt chain he could hear after each step. Deciding not to stop, Deix went back to work
hammering on the boards, making noise again, hearing that the footsteps were
now in the house and Gerald had made his way through the hatch on the roof and
was coming to inspect the noise. When Gerald came and looked into
the living room, Deix was hammering away furiously, letting out all the pent-up
boredom and anger out on the few boards he had selected to be his torment victims. Deix didn't look up at Gerald despite feeling
his presence and just kept at hammering the boards, not stopping even as his
arms were starting to cramp up due to the muscles exerting themselves to swing his hammer back and forth. “Kid, what the hell are you doing?” Gerald asked, his deep voice holding a bit of
annoyance as his grey eyes landed on Deix.
Deix paused for only a minute as his eye twitched. Kid….. KID!! He hated being called kid. He was nineteen, almost twenty, and these
people still treated him like he was five!
These people, who weren't even his family and who didn’t even try to get
to know him aside from his name, treated him like a precious, breakable object
rather than a human being. He was tired
of it as the only reason they did this to him was because he was a necromancer
and could not only raise the dead, but also put the dead back where they
belonged. Deix didn't like the power; as
he wasn't a necromancer per say, he didn't do all the fancy spells or have lightning zap out of his fingers when he brought someone back to life, it was
just what everyone called him. Deix was
known as a “lifer”, one who had powers to control life even after death, and in
this day and age with an infected break-out, he was an asset as he was the only
person in existence who could do such a thing.
Deix was the first, and oh how he hated being “the first.” “What does it look like I'm doing!? You won’t let me out of this
hell hole, so I’m making it a hell hole for everyone here as well!” Deix growled, still hammering the boards,
watching through the corner of his eyes as Gerald nearly flinched with each
bang against the wood as it made the boards rattle against the floor. Deix didn’t mind if this was being childish
as everyone treated him like a child who couldn't take care of himself anyway,
so he decided it was finally time to play the part. A few hours later, with Gerald
walking around the house and Deix still hammering away despite his arms feeling
like they were on fire, people started to come back into the house, only to be
welcomed by the bang of a hammer against wood and the wood rattling as it was just
loose on the floor. The first to come
into the living room where the noise was, was Alice. She was a spunky girl who had more of a goth
look to her, and she never cared what anyone thought of her or her violet eyes,
pale skin and raven black hair and her black clothing sense of fashion. The second to enter the living room, a
worried look on their face when their green eyes landed on Deix, was Vanessa. Vanessa was a slightly chubbier girl with a
sisterly attitude about her that suited her green eyes and long brown hair that
she always had up, but despite that, she still held her own with knowing how to
wield a weapon (any kind) from living on a farm growing up. The next to come in, cursing up a storm at
the noise, was Brendon. Brendon was a
punk, plain and simple. He was only a
year older than Deix, black hair and nearly black eyes, and he had no respect
for anyone, including himself, and to prove it, he was about to walk up to Deix
and kick him in the stomach for making such a ruckus, but was stopped by a big
hand on his shoulder. It belonged to the
last person who came in through the hatch, Caleb. Caleb was in his mid-thirties and basically
thought himself of as the leader of the group due to his age and maturity. His icy blue eyes landed on Brendon and he
glared at the other before he looked to Deix.
Sighing and taking his hand off Brendon to run it through his greying chestnut
brown, he walked towards Deix and knelt next to the boy. “What are you doing, Deix?” He asked in as calm of a tone as he could
muster as even he was slightly annoyed by the noise being caused. Deix didn't look up at him as he continued to
hammer away at the nearly splintering pieces of wood, seeming to ignore Caleb’s
question. Hearing an annoyed huff, Deix
soon felt a hand on his wrist when it went up in the air. This time his kiwi eyes landed on Caleb in a
glare as he growled. “I said, what are
you doing, Deix.” Caleb repeated, making it more of a demand this time. “ You're not my father, so don't demand anything of me. I'm not going to
reply to you, Caleb, but I will say I want out of this god forsaken house!”
Deix said before he went back to hammering at the boards, ignoring Caleb’s
presence just as he did Gerald’s. He didn't notice Caleb shaking his head, nor did he hear the usual ‘we can't let
you out’ that was always said when him going outside was mentioned. What he did hear though was Alice speaking as
it was a rarity in its own. “Oh just let him out! If anything, he'll be able to deal with this
infection of the dead more than we can. We're being stupid not letting him out, yet we go out and just shoot
reanimated dead people. You really
think he won't be able to hold his own?”
Alice huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a thin, black
eyebrow before looking to the others.
Vanessa just nodded, agreeing with Alice with a smile on her face as she
clapped her hands and Brendon just looked as annoyed as ever. “It’s not that, it’s him getting
caught by the government or bandits that I’m afraid of!” Caleb retaliated before standing up and
looking down at Deix hammering away at the boards again. “Deix is not going out, and that’s the end of
discussion.” As Caleb left, everyone
looked to Deix, not being able to see his face due to the small curtain of
black hair that covered from the middle of his nose and up. He didn’t even speak and just heard as
Brendon snickered, Alice huffed and then the ‘ow’ of Brendon getting a knife in
his arm from the girl. She snarled at
him and walked off, Vanessa following her to their room before Brendon left to
go find Gerald. When Deix realized he was alone and
everyone was winding down, he made his move.
Running to the hatch, he opened it, quickly climbing the ladder before
running on the roof as quietly and quickly as he could. When he made it to the edge where the ladder
was, he just jumped on to the other roof and kept running. He did this for a few houses until he thought
it was safe. Earlier he heard Caleb and
Gerald yelling after him, but he knew he was faster than the two, so he just
kept at it. He also knew that the two
were on the ground due to them being older and not trusting themselves to jump
from roof to roof. When his feet finally
hit the ground of the backyard of a house that was at least a block away, Deix couldn't help but smile. He had missed
this. He had missed the wildlife, the
grass, the earth, the wind, everything!
Sighing in a calm state of mind, he walked about and hummed until he
heard it, the groan. Looking ahead of
him in a thicket of bushes until it came stumbling out, an infected. Deix, no matter how many times he used to
play with his power, would never get used to the smell of rotting flesh, and it
showed as his face grimaced when the thing got closer. Taking out his knife, Deix slashed his
fingertip open and put the bloody tip to the creature’s forehead. “Go back to sleep! I command thee.” Deix muttered, looking the
creature straight in its clotted eyes. A
moment of silence and the creature soon slumped to the ground in a heap of
flesh and bone, dead and unanimated as it should be. Feeling exhilarated, Deix ran off again,
keeping clear of areas that looked like possible camps as he kept running and
dropping as many animated dead as he could. When it started getting dark, Deix
headed back to the house. When he went
into the hatch, he was greeted by Gerald and Vanessa. Vanessa fretted over him until she realized
he was safe and unharmed before walking off and getting him some dinner. Gerald inspected him a minute before
speaking. “I keep forgetting how fast you can
run, kid. Really gave me a workout
trying to catch you! But, you seem a’ight,
and that’s a good thing.” He muttered before patting Deix on the back with a
big hand, jolting the skinnier frame of Deix forward a bit before a smile came
on both men’s faces. Caleb was next to
come to Deix and Deix held his ground as the older male inspected him. “Guess I was wrong….” Caleb said
softly before patting Deix’s shoulder and heading back to his plate. Deix looked to everyone before
grabbing the plate Vanessa handed him, sitting down in his usual spot and
smiling as he knew from now on, things were going to be different and he was
going to enjoy every minute of it. © 2013 ChantelAuthor's Note
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Added on May 13, 2013 Last Updated on May 13, 2013 Tags: mild gore, wits, danger, destruction, mind games, confusion, curiosity AuthorChantelMayfield, KYAboutWell, I guess I can say that one thing about me is that a lot of people love comparing me to Daria (yeah, the cartoon Daria). I just have a bit more emotion than she does, but I'm sarcastic and love .. more..Writing
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